Ever felt like throwing in the towel?! Ever felt tired of fighting?! Ever felt like your faith & hope in God was literally hanging from a thread & all you wanted to do was give up?!
As I shared on my previous post, 2019 was by far the most challenging year I’ve had & not a day went by that I didn’t wake up feeling anxious, tired & defeated. Every day felt like it was on repeat.
Everyday consisted of waking up at 6am to prepare a bottle of milk for my 2 yr old before I got myself ready for the day, make sure my oldest was up & out the door by 8am, I would drop the baby off at the sitter while Edison dropped our oldest son off at school & I would head to work. I would wait for my oldest to walk to my job from school, go on my lunch break at 3pm, pick up the baby at the sitter & stop to get them something to eat before dropping them both off to my grandmother. There goes my hour of lunch only to get out of work at 7pm, 8pm or even 9pm sometimes. Once I got home, I was lucky if I had 10 mins in the shower with zero interruptions. It would be around 11pm by the time I finally hit the bed & do it all over again the very next day.